Chapter 13: Aging

Zhao Mian quietly looked at the old man who was struggling on the bed in front of him - his face was withered, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was a branch blown by the wind, his hair began to turn gray from the roots of his hair, and some of his body had begun to grow age spots, plus people in the Middle Ages didn't like to take a bath, if it wasn't for the devil to get rid of his illness, and this half-goblin little girl put protection on the house, this old man didn't know how many diseases he would have. He reached out and opened the old man's eyelids—the eyeballs below were dim and the pupils were dilated, perhaps sensing that someone was moving him, and he looked over reflexively, but those eyes could no longer support him to see anything, so he tried to speak, but only a faint "whoosh" sound escaped from his throat.

"Well...... The Aging Curse, sure enough, is a common trick of these guys, simple and effective. Zhao Mian let go of the fingers pinching the other party's eyelids, and then turned to look at Sivir at the door—she was standing at the door with her back to her father, not wanting to look at him at all, "When did you find out that your father began to age faster?"

"Yesterday afternoon. Sivir sighed, she glanced back slightly at her father, who was struggling on the bed, and then quickly turned her head away, and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I came out of the kitchen and found that his hair had turned gray, and I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but when I called him, when he looked up, his face was already covered with wrinkles, and I realized that something was wrong." ”

"Yes, I see. Zhao Mian nodded, then put his hand on her father's forehead, "Anyway, get rid of the curse on your father first." With that, his palm began to glow faintly, and on the contrary, as if stimulated by this light, some kind of black smoke began to be driven out of her father's body, and the smoke with a strong sulfur smell gathered around her father's body, and finally turned into a terrible mass mixed with flames and black residue, Zhao Mian reached out and grabbed the thing that was still burning- As if repulsive, the thing disappeared into the air with a screeching sound as if it were touching the ice water of lava as if it were touching his fingers.

"Alright. Zhao Mian casually dispersed the remaining black mist in the air, and then walked two steps to the side and opened the window, allowing the air mixed with a slight drizzle of rain outside to circulate in.

Sivir, who heard the news of the end, hurriedly ran over from the side, there were tears in the corners of her eyes that had not been wiped clean, and the cuffs stained with the breath of life were also wet, but at this time she didn't care about these things, it was obvious that her father's body was a more worthy of attention for her- But when she rushed to her father's bedside, she found that everything seemed to deviate from her expectations, and the father in front of her was still a withered old man, like a candle in the wind, and he would leave him at some point.

"You!" Feeling that she had been deceived, she turned her head angrily to look at Zhao Mian by the window, and unceremoniously slapped her hand - obviously, this was an attack full of anger, although it was disorderly and full of flaws, but with the other party's unusual bloodline, if it was photographed on ordinary people, it would inevitably result in breaking bones and bones for a hundred days.

But what was standing in front of her was not an ordinary human, Lao Zhao didn't even need to look at her movements, he easily grabbed her arm with his backhand, and then subdued the half-fairy girl with a slight twist.

"Don't be impulsive, little girl. Lao Zhao sent her forward, and then let go of his hand.

"You!" Sivir was not so easy to deal with, although she knew very well in her heart that she would not be able to fight against the strong man in front of her no matter what, but she still gritted her teeth and stared at the man in front of her, the blood-red hatred in her eyes seemed to overflow, and even because of her mother's power, the whole room rose in an instant. She grinded her fangs like a hateful young beast looking at her foe.

"Ciel?" But it was at this time that the old man on the bed opened his mouth to call her nickname.

"......" Xavier was stunned for a moment, but before she could react in a few seconds, she immediately threw away the old Zhao who she was still confronting just now, turned around and rushed to the side of the bed and clenched her father's hand - although that hand could already see the veins of blood vessels and atrophied muscles, and was full of wrinkles, "Yes, I am." Sivir choked up.

"Don't cry, Ciel. But the old man on the bed comforted her with his own trembling voice, even though these few words consumed all his strength, "Don't cry. With that, he began to cough out of breath.

- and our old comrade Zhao quietly slipped out, and then closed the door of the room, knowing that he was not suitable to stay in that room for the rest of the day.

Half an hour later, Zhao Mian, who was sitting in a chair, closed the book in his hand, he looked up and looked forward, and Sivir, whose eyes were red, happened to come from the staircase.

"Is your father asleep?" Lao Zhao glanced at Sivir in front of him slightly, then casually threw the book in his hand back into the corner of his bag, and pulled out some strange potions and put them on the table beside him.

"Hmm. Sivir was clearly not in high spirits, but she tried to reply to the guest in front of her. She rubbed her already swollen eye sockets, then sniffed, "Him...... Let me say thank you. ”

"Well, I accepted it. Lao Zhao nodded, and then pointed to the medicine on the table next to him and said to Xiwei, "This is a nutritional supplement medicine divided according to the dose, and it is mixed with food for your father to eat every day when he cooks, one pack at a time, don't give more, don't give less." Then try to make some liquid food for your father, vegetable porridge and corn soup are good choices, potato soup is fine, but remember not to put too many potatoes. ”

“…… But my father wasn't sick, was he?" but Sivir, an ordinary resident of the Middle Ages, didn't know so much, and the notion that medicine was the only thing that was necessary to cure the disease was ingrained in her mind.

"It's true that there is nothing sick. Lao Zhao sighed, he explained helplessly, "Although even if I explain it to you, you probably won't be able to understand it, but even if it's to put you at ease, I'll say it- What your father has just experienced is the curse of aging, we put aside the magic principle of this curse, because I don't know very well, but the effect it wants to achieve is that we understand it, which is to accelerate the aging process of the human body, and aging is an irreversible decline in the function of the human body itself, this phenomenon is inevitable for most human beings, and it has always existed, even if there is no curse on your father, your father is also aging day by day, but not so fast, and so shocking。 He paused, waiting for the other party to absorb a little before continuing, "The aging curse actually inhibits the renewal of cells in the human body, and further accelerates the aging process of cells on this basis - ah, no need to interrupt, I know you don't understand. Lao Zhao looked at the bewildered Sivir in front of him and sighed, "Anyway, let's put it this way- The curse on your father's body is gone, and the disease is gone, but the damage caused by the disease and the curse to his body is still there, although I can also help him solve this, but in the long run, we had better not do it, so in the next month or so, you need to take care of your father and let his body recover, so that the damage caused by the curse can be alleviated to the greatest extent, and these medicines are medicines that can supplement some of the substances that your father's body needs, not to treat diseases, if everything goes well, your father should be able to live well until you marry his lover, and then die- Got it?"

"This ......" Sivir's eyes purred a few times, and finally although she still didn't understand the relationship between taking medicine and not getting sick, she still understood what she should do next, so she nodded a little hesitantly, indicating that she knew what to do.

"Good. Zhao Mian nodded, then stood up and put his hood back on, "Remember the order I placed, I'll come over tomorrow to pick up my things, and remember to pack your luggage, someone should come to pick you and your father out of this place in three days - work hard, remember to sign the contract yourself." With that, he stepped out of the room into the wind and rain outside.

Sivir, who was in the room, silently watched the man leave, then turned her head to look out the window at the rain dripping to the ground, and finally, she sighed softly and closed the window.